Lore of Leyuna RPG (FRPG)

[foxman666]

" sir not to offend you I have been in many large battles even if this is something like I haven't seen befor I'm sure I can cope a find away to battle ,survive and win ." he said as he let his sword fall back into its case . ". I have had wounds open up on me mid battle befor and I have carried on with them Nd let my people to victory I wouldn't let an old wound kill me ." he said with a smirk as an old glimmer appeared in his eye . he looked down a his reversed blade and smirked . " if you so choose to allow me to battle beside you I must make on request may I have a katana . I may carry one on my side but due to it being a reversed. Lad killing is next to impossible " he said knowing he will be breaking the code he had set when he left home .

[Godzilla Forever]

The orcs gave a nod, before they all marched back to the barrackses along the city of Gorgoroth's interior. The Olog-Hai continued working, as did the worker orcs. The Fell Beasts watched over the courtyard like sentires, their beady eyes examining the Wastelands below...

[The Kingpin]

Andruil pointed towards the massive shadow spreading over Aster, resembling, to a degree, a mushroom cloud, though it's sheer darkness seemed to swallow up the very light around it, no glow of light on smoke visible, only pure darkness spanning over the horizon to the North West, tendrils of darkness reaching outwards, covering what must have been hundreds of kilometres, or more. "Have you ever fought a god, Elias?" said Andruil simply. He considered the man's request for a katana, knowing it was a relatively exotic blade. He hoped the Assassins could provide it, because he knew for a fact the Valenhadian soldiers could not...

[Murloc Tyrannus]

The soul tiger let out a light yawn. Cyris had learned to tame the most exotic of beasts before she was corrupted, and she still remembered this now. Cyris wanted to put a slight... test... on her new companion. The elf noticed a young wyvern, about the size of a small elephant...

[foxman666]

" a god you say " he looked the man in the eye then spoke again " I have to say that I haven't my friend " he said as he looked up to the sky the darkness coming in . " human , elf or god it makes no difference to me if it's my enemy I will do all I can within my power to help you gain victory " he said standing strong his voice strong willed and that I a true warrior the glimmer in his eye stayed as he looked the knight in the eye once more . " so please will you grant me the honer of fighting beside you ?"

[The Kingpin]

"I never stopped you. I only want to be sure you understand the magnitude of the force we're facing. I'm fairly sure swords will not cut this foe. Arrows may as well be flying through thin air" said Andruil...


The Wyvern Cyris had shifted her focus upon was a dark, black scaled beast. Its form seemed to shift the longer she focused on it, until it was very different from the young, healthy creature she had first seen. Its wings were morphed into forelimbs, massive talons on the end forming feet. A relatively short neck ended in a long, thick snout, bone white and lined with massive, spear-like teeth. Even with its jaws closed, the fangs made a visible silhouette, its lower jaws extending well past the top of the snout, and the upper jaws well past the bottom. Its beady eyes glistened a sickly, watery white. A constant hissing sound could be heard, like water dropping on a hot surface, the acidic saliva of the beast dripping as it snarled lowly. its entire form seemed covered in stringy black fur, though underneath, the faintest glimmer of jet black scales could be seen. It's long, whip-like tail ended in a bony club, long, spear-like spikes protruding from it menacingly. The beast's head suddenly snapped towards Cyris, a horrifying screech ringing out through the forest all around her, the echoes lasting too long for it to be natural, before the beast suddenly leapt off to the side, disappearing into the foliage, no sound indicating it had ever hit the ground....or anything, in fact. Pure silence overtook the jungle around the elf. Closer investigation would prove there were neither burn marks on the grass from the saliva, nor paw-prints to mark it had ever been there. For all intents and purposes, the wyvern did not exist...

[C S]

The waning end to the chilling call reached Desrium, Septimus certainly hearing it as well. The source was several miles away at least and yet the unnatural sound sliced through the downpour and wound its way through the forest. The Blood Omen kept his pace with the Scholar and remained silent, contemplating the implications...

[Murloc Tyrannus]

Cyris smirked. Who was playing this gimmick on her, a mage? A group of imps, perhaps? She did not move a single muscle from the terrific screech. The elf held her pet back, whom she shall name later. She knew it saw her, and she knew from the start that she should not attack it unless it attacked her first. The woman grinned as she stared into the beast's eyes. She was not to follow it, as that would be non-honorable. Cyris put her hood onto her head...

[TyrannoTitan]

Two hours later, Jiier gradually awoke from his stupor, looking around at the courtyard. Much had changed, evidently. Not only were Septimus and Desrium no where to be seen, a large wyvern was sleeping not too far from the maned dragon, and he could see what appeared to be a very tall robed figure standing at the far end of the courtyard. Turning toward the temple, Jiier could see Radamand staring off into the forest, evidently aware of the two new individuals in the courtyard. This made the maned dragon feel a bit better about the new arrivals. The rain had stopped, at least. The sun was trying to pierce the clouds, giving the shrine a very eerie air around it. Something caught the dragon's eye, however, as the lanky robed figure turned, revealing a gaunt face and piercing, shining eyes. Jiier turned to look quickly, and found just empty space where the being had been moments ago.

Like a statue coming to life, Radamand began to move, heading wordlessly into the temple itself. The giant eventually came to a stop in the center of the room that still held the idol of Soel, looking up at the large window. Although the sky was still darkened with storm clouds, a single ray of evening sun was cast through the window, illuminating the interior of the chamber as it had done before. Perched on the frame of the window was a single raven, which cocked its head at Radamand as he approached.

"You are the shapeshifter Soel spoke of," the giant said, unmoving from his position at the center of the room. The raven fluttered down from the window, expanding in size until it took the form of a robed, elderly woman.

"Soel...that name...I've heard it before," the woman responded, pulling a staff from her robe sleeve, which she readily leaned on.

"Mistress of Storms, Soel guides both storms and seas," Radamand stated, almost as if reciting it from some invisible text. The woman jumped slightly at the realization, the effect only noticeable to a very well-trained eye.

"The Gods...they have not forsaken us after all," she said, more to herself, with some degree of surprise. Radamand frowned. "I mean no disrespect," the woman assured the giant, waving a hand dismissively. "I thought they had long since forgot about us. Moved on to other worlds, other peoples."

"They did," Radamand responded bluntly. "But they remember the burden they placed on this land and its people. Now that the Traitor has returned, they will not let us fight him alone."

"Then perhaps there is hope for us after all."

"You have a plan, yes? A way to vanquish the Traitor?" Radamand asked, his eyes flaring up momentarily.

"Something I've put much thought into, yes...I'm not sure how well it will work, if at all. But as far as I can see, it is the only chance we have."

"What do they call you, changeling?"

The old woman chuckled. "Many things. But you may call me Tzeentch."

"And I am Radamand, servant of the Goddess, Soel. Steward of Storms."

The two beings bowed respectfully to each other, as the single ray of light cast its glow over them both.

[The Kingpin]

Two hours had passed as Septimus roamed the forest, and it was obvious there was much more to be explored. He had been fortunate enough thus far not to encounter any true threat. But it was clear that he would best be wary exploring the forest. That could wait however. He was almost certain something had transpired in the last two hours, and he did not wish to be left in the dark. With that in mind, he had made his way back to the temple, soon entering the courtyard as he approached the steps up to the temple, still in the form of a dark elf. It was a convenient form, and it seemed the Hueilin's form of shapeshifting brought with it immediate adaptation to the form. None who would look at him now would be able to tell he had not been a dark elf his entire life. All the better for throwing off those he wished to fool...


Elsewhere, Cyris's Wyvern had been busy. For the past two hours, it had been shifting between trees and shadows, there, but not, watching the corrupted elf's every move. eerie rattling snarls and revolting gurgling growls seemed to fill the air all around her, reminding her she was not alone, but not giving her the satisfaction of seeing her tormentor. Once or twice, freak incidents had occured that would have cost her her life. Trees suddenly exploding at the base and falling over where she had been standing not moments prior, the ground giving way beneath her and leading into some unknown abyss below. Yet now, suddenly, all had become deathly still...

[C S]

For two hours Desrium did not say a word, even when he came up the path behind the Drow. The ubeity of spirits encroached upon the shrine. While currently less upsetting than the forest, the energy being's sensitivity to the spectral anomalies left him in a constant state of unease that only the two closest to him could have discerned from his usual disposition.

He stopped in his tracks when the presence of the departed gave way to that of magic. A lot of it, a cluster of power residing in the temple. Part of this energy he knew was from Radamand, the Blood Omen was well aware of his magical composition to recognize it from afar...but what remained was unfamiliar. After glancing to the Lance of the Justicar, Desrium started walking to the temple.

[TyrannoTitan]

"Welcome...back?" Jiier growled, watching as Desrium seemed to make a bee-line toward the temple.

[The Kingpin]

"Good rest, Jiier?" asked Septimus as he approached, eyeing Desrium as he headed towards the temple, quirking a brow curiously at the armoured being. Something felt off about the place, but he had trouble identifying it...

[C S]

Through the stone corridor he went, turning the corner and walking down the last stretch until he was in the chamber. In front of Radamand's huge, coral encrusted body, he saw part of a new figure, most of their body hidden by the giant. Desrium leaned the spear against his shoulder as he made his approach, stopping when he was a few feet off to the Servant of Soel's left.

[Giratina93]

By this point, Djinn and Guame were nearing the meeting place that the shapeshifter had informed then of. Behind them was the bulk of Germania's army. Soldiers an dcrossbowers were at the front of the army, followed by the calvalry. Up in thei air were 7 dragon riders flying on their mounts, and below them were the seige weapon handlers, pushing their giant trebuchets across the land, the whole army moving in as narrow a line as possible...

Back at Tristan, Trajan was looking out over Lake Aaken, which the town had been founded on. He hadn't looked over the lake for some time, but now he noticed something odd about it. usually, the lake was pristine and clean, but now there were many skeletons of dead creatures littering the beach. What this was disturbed him... He had never heard of anything like this happening. What he failed to notice, was the stream that Mara had created several days before, the one that ran from a nearby lake into lake Aaken...

[Murloc Tyrannus]

Cyris was unaware of what was going on. This was somewhat humiliating, letting herself be fooled like this. She started to laugh a little, her ear twitching a little bit...

[TyrannoTitan]

"Good enough," Jiier replied, still looking in the direction of the temple. "I wonder what that was about..."

"The place from whence the Traitor came may be the key to his demise," Tzeentch explained, looking out of the window into the darkened sky. "I have been there. The ley line's energies seep into Aster from far below, saturating the blackened land around it with magic."

Radamand's eyes flared briefly at the revelation. "You intend to use the power of the ley line? I cannot speak for Aster, but there are no records of any mortal creatures coming in contact with the ley lines, let alone using them as a weapon, where I am from."

Tzeentch nodded slowly. "We will not wield the ley line's power as a weapon, merely give it the opportunity to strike out against that which threatens all of creation," the changeling explained. "Magic bows to no one, Radamand. The hands of man, beast, or god cannot bend it to their will. It is as threatened as we are in this dire situation."

"Is it wise to trust mortal mages to such a task?"

"They will be instructed on what to do, and what not to do. If they disobey these instructions, they risk themselves more than others. I will explain to them what will happen, should they try to take the ley energies into themselves."

"And what if they do not believe you?"

"Then they will serve as an example for the others."

"This will happen if they take in any ley energy?" Radamand asked, shifting slightly as he stood. Tzeentch nodded. "Then things may be more complicated than they appear."

It was then that Desrium entered the room and appeared at Radamand's side. Tzeentch took a slight step back, the movement barely noticeable to even the most well trained eye.

"A pariah. How...quaint," Tzeentch stated, speaking with noticeable disgust lacing her words.

[C S]

"Then I take it that you are an elemental" Desrium replied with no such inflection to be found. "I was told of your eventual appearance here"

[The Kingpin]

Septimus shrugged at the question, as bewildered as Jiier was. "Something feels...different. Did you notice anything strange here since you woke up?" he asked curiously...


Another horrific screech tore out behind Cyris, as the Wyvern dove directly for her, intent on tearing her apart...

[TyrannoTitan]

"Yeah...I saw...or, thought I saw...someone else here," Jiier growled, scratching his mane with a claw.

"That's...nice," Tzeentch responded, shifting her attention back to Radamand. "The pariah will need special treatment so that he does not destroy himself the moment we arrive on the field of battle."

"So be it. There are armies that have yet to arrive, I sense. We have time...for now," the giant responded, turning and kneeling before the idol of Soel.

"Time not measured in weeks, but days, I'm afraid," Tzeentch said with a sigh, mostly to herself.